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We were one of the thousands freezing and awaiting the power to come back on. The lights went out yesterday around 3:30. I got a phone call on my cell around 5:30 from hubby who had run out of gas on the freeway.

Normally that's not a problem. Ok, it's a problem, but it's a fixable one that doesn't take five hours. This time it did. Trees were down everywhere, power lines were down on streets so streets were blocked off and closed. This was during the Friday evening rush hour, which made it all the more fun.

The story takes some interesting and bizarre twists with me driving five kids in a suburban that wasn't mine, that was nearly out of gas itself, but I won't go into that right now.

Suffice it to say that we survived the five hour rescue trip and returned to a freezing cold house. Thankfully we're prepared for emergencies like this and we had candles, flashlights and MP3 players. Ashley brought a cardboard box downstairs loaded with blankets. "This is our emergency box of blankets, just in case", she said.

We all huddled in our room to sleep. Around midnight the power came back on with a vengence. Apparently when the power went off the television in our bedroom had been turned up to concert level on the cartoon channel. Suddenly I'm jolted awake and think I'm hallucinating. I wouldn't reccomend that to anyone with a weak heart.

At any rate, the temperatures are still quite chilly here but not in the house. The children learned to appreciate the power of...power.


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